#YesAllWomen because I shouldnt have to hold my keys in fear & check over my shoulder every few seconds when i walk at night
because the odds of being attacked by a shark is 1 in 3,748,067, while a woman’s odds of being raped are 1 in 6…
because when Malala Yousafzai was 14 she was shot in the head for trying to go to school.
because we always have to watch our drink when we go to bars and parties.
because guys say “buT NOT ALL MEN!!!” but all women are bad drivers and all women are moody and all women are emotional and all women get to be painted w the same brush but dont u dare generalise men thats unfair!!!!
NO ONE actually thinks “all men”.
just TOO MANY men.
just ENOUGH men to be afraid.
just ENOUGH men that ALL women have experienced it.
just ENOUGH to make it a social problem and not a personal one.
BECAUSE if she is “too young” to be wearing “those clothes”, she’s also too young for you to be sexualizing her body for wearing them ???
because we NEED to be the generation who will teach our sons to act respectfully instead of teaching our daughters to beware.
Because i care about the problems of men?? you’re allowed to wear pink. you’re allowed to hate sports. you’re allowed to cry. you’re allowed to be small and scrawny. you’re allowed to be confused as hell when your car breaks down. you’re allowed to wear makeup. you’re allowed to express your feelings. you’re allowed to be afraid of spiders. you’re allowed to love romantic comedies. you’re allowed to hate the gym. you’re allowed to play with barbies. you’re allowed to not have abs.
Because it is not just about me, bc it is not just about anger, bc it is not just a JOKE, bc it is not just about the fact that gay men are “fags” but lesbians are “hot,” bc it is not just about pics of thin white girls being the only google image results for “beautiful women”, bc it is not just about what she was wearing or how many times she said yes before she changed her answer to no.
And because.. jesus chRIST why is equality so hard to grasp!!! like
I AM A PERSON
YOU ARE A PERSON
WE ARE EQUAL
FIN.

Anyone can watch this online Q&A with the above voice actors, but if you don’t want to watch/can’t listen to audio, I made this sorta-transcript. Meaning I did not transcribe the exact words in most cases, but I wrote down the questions and the basic idea of how they answered. Enjoy!

Shelby Rabara (voice of Peridot) was the Livestream host for fan questions! Deedee Magno Hall (Pearl) and Michaela Dietz (Amethyst) were giving answers, but usually Shelby gave her answer too.

Shelby read fan questions.

1. Favorite episode and why?

Deedee: “Steven and the Stevens”: she likes the song, because it reminds her of the movie That Thing You Do.

Michaela: Is it a cop-out to say all of them? Ha. “Tiger Millionaire” is great because Zach’s performance is great and wrestling’s cool.

Shelby: “Lion 3: Straight to Video.” Because it’s emotional.

2. What character that you don’t voice do you relate to most?

Deedee: Amethyst.

Michaela: Really??

Deedee: Because I like to eat. I like to eat FOOD.

Michaela: You don’t like to eat stacks of garbage and moldy burritos?

Michaela: Steven. He has a good head on his shoulders.

Deedee: And you also have a very good heart like him!

Shelby: I relate to Connie. She is level-headed and uses logic and makes the correct choice.

Michaela: She’s bright and assertive and so are you.

Shelby: Are you having fun here?

Michaela and Deedee: YES! We just had a great panel and cosplay!

3. If your characters were human, what jobs would they have?

Deedee: Pearl would work in a Laundromat because she’s really good at folding clothes and I think either that or maybe she might be in the cleaning business because she likes to organize. She’s tidy.

Michaela: I need the Pearl method in my home. Amethyst would be a camp counselor. She would be the wacky counselor who’s getting too into the games.

Shelby: I’d want Amethyst as a counselor.

4. If you were a Gem, what would your gem weapon be and why?

Deedee: Because I’m a mom, I would want to have a healing blanket to heal them.

Michaela: The power of a bad joke. “Orange ya glad I didn’t say banana?” So powerful.

Shelby: I would wanna read people’s minds. Can I use that? Is that like Garnet’s third eye?

Deedee: Similar but not.

5. How do you get into character when you perform voice-overs?

Michaela: I have an evolved routine. I wake up. And that’s what I do. I’m so close to Amethyst! I wake up, I talk, it’s acting.

Deedee: That comes so easy to you! I have to wake up early, and warm up, especially if it’s a singing episode. No coffee with cream. I have to drink water to avoid sticky saliva. Green apples!

Shelby: I noticed that you ate green apples!

Deedee: I wish I didn’t have to do that! But green apples help lubricate and get rid of mucus.

Michaela: Or a potato chip. Not a weird flavor.

Shelby: I’m gonna try those things next time I’m in the booth with you guys.

6. What’s your favorite Fusion?

Michaela and Deedee: [Start singing “Giant Woman”]

Deedee: Though I do like Sardonyx.

Michaela: Every time a new Fusion appears I like that one. I’m crushing on Smoky Quartz.

Shelby: I like Stevonnie. That’s an aesthetic I haven’t seen in cartoons. It’s Steven and Connie mashed together!

Michaela: Says young cosplayers remind her of Stevonnie with the maturity they exude. Stumbles over calling Stevonnie a “young woman” and then acknowledges they’re a nonbinary Fusion. Says that easy confidence is so attractive.

Deedee: AJ is a perfect voice for Stevonnie. She killed it at the panel, and the singing with Estelle with Rebecca playing was amazing. What a great Fusion they are.

Michaela: Depends on how many lines we have. Could be an hour, could be four hours.

Deedee: We get in at 9, could be wrapped up by 1.

Michaela: An episode takes ten months from the idea to on the TV.

Deedee: Like a baby. It IS a baby.

9. What celebrity would you like to see appear on the show?

Michaela: Rebecca Sugar. And T-Pain. He’s a big Steven Universe fan.

Deedee: I just want to meet him and sing with him: Bruno Mars.

Shelby: I would wanna see Adele. Adele should voice a character. And she’s funny. And she loves herself.

Michaela: Loving who you are is so on-brand!

10. Who’s the best Steven Universe villain?

Deedee: Can I say Peridot? She started out as a villain and then changed for good. [Michaela helped express this and they say they Giant Womaned that.]

11. What would your fusion dance be?

Deedee and Michaela do a fusion dance with Shelby providing beatboxing.

Michaela: Actually that’s how we greet each other on the street.

Deedee: I was nervous. Dancing in front of you makes me nervous because you’re a pro dancer.

Shelby: Imagine us in a booth together! Our work isn’t even work.

Michaela: People probably see us and ask if we had too much ginger ale. Too many vegetables.

Deedee: YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY VEGETABLES. Fruits and vegetables. Also, hydrate. Drink lots of water.

12. What are your favorite memories from recording?

Deedee: We’re still making more memories! The efforts! When we crack up over making effort noises.

Michaela: Do you hear that? It’s an earthquake!

[All three make noises like they’re losing their balance.]

Michaela: When we get together it’s always a great time, like a mini family reunion. Recently AJ was there, Estelle was there, you [Deedee] were there, Paz was there … I think Zach wasn’t there? Toks was there! [Nanefua’s voice actor.] We had a reunion. We’re so close!

13. What has been the most difficult scene to record?

Deedee: There are many re-dos. For me, the really wordy Pearl lines, ‘cause I don’t speak like that normally. The intricate dialogue that Pearl says is tough for me.

Michaela: You execute them flawlessly.

Deedee: Take after take after take.

Michaela: During Amethyst’s angrier self-expression phases, it was hard to scream a lot and vary it so it didn’t all sound the same. Very challenging.

Shelby: We’re our own biggest critic. When we have long runs, we have to think so quickly. Finding the levels is important, trying to hit them emotionally.

Deedee: It’s so helpful to have Rebecca, Kent, Matt, and Ben in the booth giving specifics to us on how to execute our lines.

Michaela: You both are so good at taking the text and making it feel like your own. I learn the most from watching other actors.

“Mr. Styles this is Mrs. Thatcher from your daughter’s daycare. How are you doing this afternoon?” You looked over at Harry as he put the call on speaker in the car. You knew by Harry’s face that he wasn’t expecting this call at all.

“Hi Mrs. Thatcher, is everything okay?” You knew by his tone that he was about to panic, and the fact he ignored her question about how he was doing was an obvious sign he was distraught.

“Yes your daughter is perfectly fine!” Her words instantly made Harry relax as he turned down the street your house was on. “But there have been a few incidents we thought you should be aware of.” You gave Harry a shrug when he turned and looked at you as if you knew what she was talking about.

“Uhm what incidents? Her teacher hasn’t told us about anything.” His tone was full of confusion because he was right, Delilah’s teacher hadn’t given the two of you the slightest notion that she had been doing anything wrong in class.

“Well Mr. Styles this is actually why I called you instead of your wife.” He rolled his eyes as you gave him a playful smirk as you reached for your water bottle in the cup holder. “It has to do with one of your songs.” You nearly choked on your water causing it to spill all down your shirt when her words hit your ears while Harry had to hide his laughter as he rolled the car into your driveway. You rolled your eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows at you when he saw water drip down your shirt and onto your shorts.

“One of my songs?” He asked as he put the car in park and looked around for some napkins to help you dry yourself off.

“Yes, she has been going around saying lyrics from one of your songs to her classmates.” The woman’s voice brought his focus back to the conversation instead of him digging in the glovebox for napkins. Harry snapped his head towards the entertainment center where he could see the name of the his daughter’s school on the screen.

“What song?” He looked at you with a confused look as you just gave him a shrug. You tried to remember what song off his album was her favorite at the moment and how that could in anyway get her in trouble. Harry gave you a weird look as your eyes went wide with the realization of the song she was probably going around singing.

“It’s called Kiwi?” It came out more like a question as if Mrs. Thatcher wasn’t sure if that really was the songs title or not. You had to cover your mouth with you hand as you tried to fight back the laugh. Harry’s cheeks went red as he pictured his five year old daughter running around screaming the lyrics to one of his more racy songs around a classroom full of little kids. “She keeps telling her classmates that they are going home to a cactus?” Harry had to hold back his laughter.

“Ah uhm yeah, that’s a line from the song.” His voice was apologetic and you just reached over and gave his thigh a pat.

“Also she’s been screaming the phrase it’s none of my business, she’s just showing a lot of aggression and we are a bit concerned where all this is coming from.” You gave Harry’s thigh a squeeze as you watched his ears turn red from embarrassment. He was twisting his hands together something that you knew he only did when he was nervous.

“Well it’s a bit of a rock n roll type song so she is just saying it in the tone that I sing it in. I am terribly sorry she is repeating lyrics from that song.” He gave you a small smile as he rubbed the top of your hand that was on his leg. “Her mother and I will have a talk with her when she gets home from school today.” He added and you gave him an approving nod.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Styles, I am sure this is just a phase. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” With that Harry said a quick goodbye before ending the call. He turned his body so he was facing you and that’s when you finally let out all the laughter you were holding inside while he was on the phone.

“What are we gonna do with that daughter of ours?” He asked between fits of laughter, you just leaned over and gave his cheek a quick peck.

A few hours later you were entering the house with your five year old slowly walking behind you with her head hanging low. You had told her on the drive home that you were going to talk with her before dinner and she instantly started apologizing for things she thought were the reason you needed to have a talk with her.

“Hi my little love.” Harry’s voice was soft and sweet as you helped Delilah take off her backpack and hang it by the front door. She instantly perked up as she heard his voice coming from the kitchen. “Come help me with dinner yeah?” His head popped out from the doorway of the kitchen and he gave you a wink as Delilah took off towards him.

“Have a good day at school?” You asked her as you made your way into the kitchen to see what the two of them were up too. You smiled as you saw Harry standing in front of the stove while Delilah was standing beside him on her step stool handing him potatoes to drop into the boiling water.

“It was okay, my teacher gave me a star for using my manners at lunch time!” Her tiny voice was full of pride as she turned her head and gave you a big smile. Harry turned and looked at you giving you a small pout and you just gave him a stern look so he would get on with the conversation the two of you knew you had to have with her.

“That’s so good petal!” Harry’s voice was sweet and she looked up at him giving him a smile that caused her dimple to show. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of her head that was covered in soft brown curls.

“Well speaking of teachers we got a call from your school today.” You watched Delilah’s hands stop moving as you spoke, you leaned onto the counter and snatched a carrot off the cutting board in front of you. “Didn’t we Harry?” You added and Harry just nodded and you tossed the carrot at the back of his head causing him to flinch and Delilah to laugh. He snapped his head in your direction and you motioned to your daughter with your hands while mouthing “get on with it” causing him to just roll his eyes at you before going back to his pot on the stove.

“Mum isn’t bein very nice today.” You heard him mumble causing your daughter’s laughter to fill the kitchen. “But listen my little love,” his voice was firm but still had a sweetness to it. She turned her head so she was giving him her full attention. “You can’t go around saying lyrics to my songs at school anymore.” She gave him a confused look at she folded her arms across her chest.

“Why?” Harry gave you a look as if he was asking for help and you just rolled your eyes as you walked around the island and bent down so you could be eye level with Delilah.

“Because love, the lyrics to daddy’s songs aren’t suitable for school. People might think you’re being a bit rude when you say them.” You watched her turn to face you and her little green eyes were squinted as if she was in deep thought.

“Daddy’s job is to sing those songs on stage at concerts lovey, not in a classroom full of little kids. You see the difference?” She just shrugged at you and you looked at Harry silently pleading for him to jump in and help you.

“Just no more saying them at school okay my little love.” She just looked at Harry and gave him a smile and a nod. “Thank you, now go wash up for dinner.” She gave you a smile as you stood up straight and helped her off her stool. Harry laughed as she skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“Well we handled that well!” You just laughed as Harry wrapped his arm around your waist giving it a squeeze. He gave your cheek a quick kiss before going back to making dinner.

You loved that your daughter went around singing her dad’s songs and you really didn’t mind that she sang them at school, but you knew you and Harry had to nip it in the bud now before the school got really upset with it. The way you and Harry handled situations like these is something that often made the two of you laugh later that night when you discussed it while getting ready for bed. He never liked being the one who had to tell her she can’t do something so that normally left you with the job but tonight you were happy with how he handled it. You loved that he could get his point across while still being his soft sweet self and that was just one of the things you loved about him.

C: And of course I watch Michael! We weren’t too close during high school, but a friend (or something more?) to Jeremy’s is a friend of mine!I don’t have a channel myself! As much as I enjoy the spotlight, it isn’t the same for me?

C: I’m too busy with focusing on shows then to focus on relationships!

If you’re assuming we’re dating- We aren’t! Jeremy’s like one of those awkward brothers to me then anything!

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

warnings: Pietro Maximoff

A/N: I went to go see Beauty and the Beast today and omggggggg it was so good. I didn’t think I was gonna like it at first (bc I like the original) but it was amazing. Also I’m sososososo tired so sorry in advance if this update is shit I just wanted to get a part out for you guys (woop woop Pietro bro)

“So what’s your plan?” Pietro asked as the three of us sat and ate our food.

You look over at him. “My plan?”

“Yeah.” he nods. “It’s obvious what you need to do.”

“And that is..?”

Pietro sets his fork down. “You have to make him jealous.”

You nearly choke on your food. “What? Are you crazy?”

“It’s obvious that he wants you, Y/N.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“No, he wants Nat. They’re together.” you respond.

“So we break them up and bam, you two get together.”

“Piet!” you exclaim as he chuckled.

“Alright, so here’s the plan. You’re going to make him jealous and the guy doesn’t like me. I don’t know why though, I’m a very likable person but anyways, you’re going to make him jealous and what better way to make him jealous than to make him jealous with me.” he smiled. It was true, Bucky didn’t really like Pietro. You never understood why.

“I don’t know, Piet.” you sigh, moving a piece of bacon around on your plate. “What do you think Wanda?”

Pietro scoffed. “Who cares what she thinks? She’s just a kid.”

Wanda glares at her brother. “I’m not a little kid.”

“I’m twelve minutes older than you.” he smirked and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I know. How could I forget. You remind me every time we see each other.”

Pietro smiles and touches the tip of her nose. “младшая сестра.”

Wanda rolls her eyes again. You laugh, watching the two annoy each other (mostly Pietro annoying the hell out of Wanda) for the rest of breakfast. After eating, the three of you go back to his apartment and lounge around for a while.

“So how long should I stay? A week?” he spoke up as he laid on your lap.

“A week? You really think you can get them together within a week?” Wanda says. “Bucky’s really oblivious for an old man. Aren’t old people supposed to be wise?”

“I can do it. Trust me. They don’t call me the Love Master for nothing.” Pietro nods and both you and Wanda burst out laughing.

“No one calls you that.” you giggle.

Pietro looks up at you. “You’re a dream killer, you know?”

After spending almost the whole day at Pietro’s, the three of you drive back to the tower. Pietro had packed for a week. Upon entering the building, he drops his bags and inhales.

“Ah, I’ve missed this place.”

You smile. “You can sleep in my room if you want. I have a couch that pulls out into a bed that you can sleep on. Unless Wanda wants you to stay in her room.”

You look over at Wanda and her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Oh god no I don’t want to be near him this whole week. Good luck with him, he’s torture.”

Pietro rolls his eyes at his sister. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“Says the drama queen.” she responds.

“I’ll have you know-”

“Alright children, that’s enough. Piet, come on, let’s get you settled in.” you step in like a mother. Pietro grabs his bags and sticks his tongue out at Wanda before following you to your room.

You show him the pull out couch, showing him how to do it before leaving to let him settle down. You felt a bit better, knowing Pietro was there. He has always been there for you no matter what and you were glad he was in your life despite how obnoxious he can get.

You enter the kitchen, seeing Steve and Wanda cooking tonight’s dinner. Tony Natasha were talking while Bucky and Sam were bickering back and forth with each other. You exhale loudly and make your way to the pantry in search for the Circus Animal Cookies. Hopefully you can-

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve questioned and you back out of the pantry.

You shake your head. “Nothin’.”

He squints his eyes at you. “You were looking for the animal cookies, weren’t you?”

“What? Pfft, no. I was just.. Making sure all the food was still there.”

Steve smirked, knowing you were obviously lying. “Mhm, sure.” he folds his arms over his chest. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

You salute him. “You got it, Steve-O.”

The blonde chuckled and walked back to Wanda to assist her. As you turned to leave, Bucky calls out your name, causing you to turn back around and walk towards him. Be calm and cool, Y/N. Be calm and cool.

“What’s up?” you ask, standing right in front of him.

“How was the little trip?” you knew he didn’t care so why was he asking? Men.

“It was good.” you nod.

Bucky hummed. “What did you guys do?”

“We went out for breakfast and chilled at his apartment afterwards. I was so full, I was in a food coma.” you groan, patting your stomach just thinking about how much you ate earlier. This makes Bucky laugh.

“Well I’m glad you had fun.”

You nod in response.

“How are things with Nat? It was a big step to come out to everyone.” you say, suddenly feelings the stinging sensation in your chest.

“That’s good.” you smiled. You wished for an escape, not wanting to be near Bucky anymore. You don’t even understand how you’ve lasted this long being with him and not breaking down.

“So uh, when are you gonna go see Pietro again? Is this gonna be a regular thing, you going off to see him?” Bucky questioned. He asks the weirdest questions.

“Actually..” you were about to tell him that Pietro was there and would be staying for a week when in waltzes Pietro in all his glory.

“Hey guys!” he exclaimed before walking over to you and Bucky. “Hello, my love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.

“Hey Piet.” you murmur.

Pietro looks over at Bucky and smiled. “Bucky, old friend, long time no see.”

Bucky’s features harden and he glares at the blonde. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Pietro looks at you.

“I was about to until you came in.”

He looks back at Bucky. “I’m staying for a week. Really missed this cutie.” he cuddles you to him.

“Where are you staying? I don’t think there’s-”

He cuts Bucky off. “With Y/N.”

Bucky shuts his mouth and goes right back to glaring at Pietro. He seriously doesn’t like him.

“Can we watch High School Musical tonight? My singing voice has gotten better.” Pietro says as he guides you away from Bucky. The brunette watches as the two of you sit on the couch and he can’t help but feel angry.

You
couldn’t lie to my sister. Not about the big stuff, anyway, the stuff
that ate away at you and kept you awake at night. I don’t know if I’d
call it a gift or anything, but she had an ability. She could see guilt.

I don’t mean she was good at reading expressions or picking up on
body language; she could literally see manifestations of people’s guilt
following them around. It started with Whiskey, our childhood cat. Mom
said he’d decided to move out to the country to enjoy his old age, but
Cassidy kept seeing him lying at Mom’s feet, completely still and stiff.

She asked Mom over and over why Whiskey wasn’t moving until Mom
started to sob and admitted she’d had to put our kitty to sleep. She’d
felt so guilty about lying and about her “betrayal” to Whiskey, her
beloved companion of seventeen years, but she’d wanted to protect us
from death for a little while longer.

In her grief, Mom didn’t think to ask Cassidy how she’d known the truth.

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !

“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.

“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up.

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books.

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts.

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying.

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating!

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth.

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!”

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair.

Fred pulled you into a hug.

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

Hi can you please write something with Jughead
about that it’s your first time sleeping together (not sex just sleeping) and
you get a nightmare? But you get all embarrassed and don’t want to talk about
it but then he comforts you. thank you xx

A/N: I
loved writing about this, I like the idea of just cuddling since I still see
Jughead as asexual (Can cuddle with you), but hey everyone has their opinions
on this subject, but no he is not asexual in this. I’ll take this time to say I do not write smut sorry.
Hopefully you guys enjoy this one since I got like over 100 notes on my last
Jughead imagine which I didn’t think it was going to get that much, but thank
you guys for liking and reblogging it really means a lot to me.

Words:
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Summary:
Reader parents are away and she invites Jughead over.

Spoilers:
I had inspiration for the nightmare form American Horror Story: Coven.

Warnings:
Jughead hates Netflix

“(Y/N)!” you’re parents called out as you rushed to see them
in the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom and dad?” You asked them.

“Your dad and I have to take a trip on the weekend and we
can’t take you, you’re going to be alone, no monkey business” You mother
proclaimed.

“Promise” You motioned your right hand against your heart.

It was now Friday morning as you were getting ready for
school, that your parents called out for you and you ran downstairs

“(Y/N),
remember to lock all the doors and windows” your dad claimed.

“I will, dad promise” as you reached in for a hug.

“We left you some cash in the drawer and deposited some in
your bank account” your mom comforted you as she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Geez, mom are you leaving for a weekend trip or are you
gonna start a new life and leave me stranded alone in the horror of a small
town that is Riverdale?” you mocked your mother.

“Stay safe baby” your parents chimed in at the same time as
they exited the front door and you went up to your room to finish up before you
grabbed your backpack and locked the door of course and rushed to school.

As you entered Riverdale High, you searched for your friends
in the crowded hallway and made your way to them.

“What took you so long?” Betty announced.

“Parents went on a weekend “business” trip” you told them
while motioning your fingers as quotes “they gave me the stay safe, killer on
the loose, no parties speech” you added on.

“Damn, I was about to ask you throw one” Kevin chuckled
knowing you, you would never dare to throw a party unless your parents
approved.

“They would never find out (Y/N), let’s do it!” Ronnie
praised.

“Oh you are so new to Riverdale” Kevin addressed putting his
hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“See these amazing films are not on Netflix” Jughead
retorted and you giggled at his comment.

“Oh Juggie, Netflix doesn’t care about your modernizing
problems, they’re subscribers beat you” you sassed him as you picked the first
movie.

You guys enjoyed the delicious food and movies, you didn’t
even realize you both knocked out cuddling on the couch. Although you started
shifting too much and sweat started creeping your forehead. Jughead woke up
from your squirming and began to worry he shook you so you could wake up. You
opened your eyes and were breathing very heavily.

“(Y/N) are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” Jughead
questioned you worriedly.

“Oh no, I’m fine Juggie” You blurted out embarrassed about
telling him about your nightmare.

“Oh c’mon (Y/N/N), you were squirming and sweating, I swear
I won’t laugh, I’m here for you babe” Jughead confirmed smiling at you and
giving you a kiss on your hand.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh” You confessed while blushing,
telling him your nightmare, where Jughead kept breaking up with you and that
same clip played over and over and wouldn’t stop.

Jughead gave you a smile and kissed you on the lips and you
kissed back.

“I’m not letting you go, especially not in mine or your
dreams” Jughead reassured you “Also I shouldn’t have let you eat that much”
Jughead added with a small chuckle.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, that way you’d have more” you
added on and you both started laughing.

It was late and you didn’t want Jughead out there, with a
killer on the loose, so you made a fort in your living room and fell asleep,
cuddling each other to sleep and you questioned why you both never did this
before since you felt safer in his arms.

Marco went studying in Europe abroad for six months, for like an exchange program or internship, and Jean comes to pick him up at the airport (and he wrote a sappy sign because he missed his boyfriend too much and he doesn’t care anymore)